Atlas Container: random beauty

Photography’s ability to isolate pieces of our environment is one of its greatest strengths and one of its most misleading arbiters of art. While I wander around the controlled chaos at Atlas I see pictures everywhere; but in execution some work and some don’t. Without a hint of artistic attempt from the person who put the items down, nuggets of relevance surface in the unlikeliest of places: a metal table devoid of color, thousands of cardboard scraps, oil-soaked belts gorgeous solely in their usefulness.

A photographer once said his mission was akin to that of a miner, chipping away at the surface looking for jewels.